Album: Brighten the Corners: Nicene Creedence Edition
Harness your hopes
On just one person
Because you know a harness
Was only made for one
Don't telegraph your passes
You'll end up with molasses
Cauterized with syrup
And syrup and molasses
And I'm checking out the asses
The assets that attract us
To anything that moves
We're deep inside the grooves
And it's time to shake the rations
'Cause someone's gonna cash in
The plot it turns again
The reference starts at ten
Show me
A word that rhymes with pavement
And I won't kill your parents
And roast them on a spit
And a - don't you try to etch it
Or permanently sketch it
Or you're gonna catch a bad bad cold
And the freaks have stormed the white house
I moved into a lighthouse
It's on a scenic quay
Its oh so far away
Far away from the begining
The shroud is made of lenin
The yearling took the purse
The goth kid has a hearse
Heart breaking
Earth quaking
Kiwis they are home baking
Minds wide open truely
Leisure
A leisure suit is nothing
It's nothing to be proud of
In this late century
And I'm asking you to hold me
Just like the morning paper
Pinched between your pointer
Your index and your thumb
It's a semi automatic
Believers are ecstatic
You see the way they cling
The cold metallic sting
And I'm living in a coma
For Donna DeVorona
The harness made of hopes
The lovers on the ropes
Nun is to church
As the parrot is to perch
And my heart's wide open truely